Balaclava

Or will blood run down the face
For the sights of all time
And its wrong, wrong, wrong
And you'll find yourself in a skirmish
Are you pulling her from a burning building
Quiet and assuming but you were

And you wish you'd never been born
That they were the naughtiest
Who's the crooks in this crime?
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
And there isn't no going back
Is as pleasurable as the start
I'm sure you'll baffle 'em straight
Now the shaggers perform
You'll be able to post any day of the most
The confidence is the balaclava
She can hardly wait
And you tie yourself to the tracks

Will the ending reek of salty cheeks

That's right, he won't let her out his sight
And runny makeup alone?

It's more a question of feeling

And the daggers are drawn
And the daggers are drawn
But well do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble
I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good
Or throwing her to the sharks?
The confidence is the balaclava

And it's wrong, wrong, wrong
Sorry sweetheart,
But you resisted and fought
You knew that it'd be trouble
Than it is a question of fun
Of a boy bewildered and scorned
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
That's right, he won't let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
She pleaded with you to take it off
Right before the very first kiss
Can only hope that the ending
Who's the crooks in this crime?